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Jeez, jeez) (Haan, yo, brr, haan) Okay, okay I don't know what you heard about me (what?) Just know I'm that sick nigga (haan) Ridin' around like f*ck a stash that Glock forty on my hip, nigga (haan) Pray to God I don't see jakes Lord knows I ain't pullin' over All of them high speeds that I got away Lord knows that I'd do it over (skrrt) Hell nah, I ain't usin' soda (nah) Double up wit' that come back Fly OT and then double up wit' that double and then come back Better hope I don't fall off Trust me niggas don't want that 'Cause if I go broke, I get on my Bizz Loc, "Pussy run that!" (Err) How they wanna go to war? They can't fund that (nah) Walkin' 'round naked? Nigga, where the f*ck your gun at? (What the f*ck?) I can never leave that (nah), I try but I need that Gon' breeze it on the opps and watch CP for the feed back It's Bizz Loc! I don't need no feed back Four bands for a new ruger, headshots when I beat that Ice on me, I'm a Leafs fan Ridin' out in a Nissan (skrrt), goin' nuts like a pecan You don't want no problems wit' me, fam F*ck boys tryna talk shit (keep talkin'), spark sticks Aimin' at the brain then I'm gettin' brain from a smart bitch (gettin' head) Niggas sayin' my bars sick Hoe's sayin' I'm too hard (too hard) Main bitch got her ass done, now I'm looking like I got a new broad Workin' for me in a blue thong when I'm in the trap writin' new songs Ferragamo belt is what the tool's on (facts) Whip soft then move hard, beat a shot and then cruise off (skrrt) Bizz Loc, I'm a rider nigga Make a body drop then burn tires, nigga Stash spot with two irons in it Never stop, no I ain't finished It ain't in the club then you know I ain't in it When I'm in the booth and blow fires, innit I be doin' dirt 'til I'm lying in it Niggas lying, saying I ain't wit' it Bitties get cajoled and tried to line a nigga Then I scope 'em out and go and find her wit' 'em That's a double homi', I'm a grimy nigga (Ah) (Bang bang, nigga) (It's Bizz Loc and Da Crook, nigga)